Page 21 of Unholy

“Your body is.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t need to. We’re human. We’re feral. We do what we need for pleasure.”

Ash swallows hard before reaching up and untangling my hand from her hair. Then she walks over to the stool and takes a seat, crossing her legs. I go back to what I was supposed to do and begin to sculpt her on a smaller scale than my other works.

Ash watches me, and the fire in her eyes is almost more than I can deal with right now. I want to take her, break her, fuck her, hurt her. There are so many things I want to do to her that I know she’ll regret later.

So I focus. I focus on the sculpture, on making it look just like her.

Ash sits for hours, my cock eventually calming himself down as I work.

“It has to dry,” I tell her when I’m finished and move past her.

“Can I look at it?”

“Yeah.” She stands from the stool and walks over, looking at it with a smile and awe on her face.

“This is amazing.”

“It’s you.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning nothing. I’m taking a shower.” I leave her standing there looking at her sculpture and head into the bathroom, starting the water. A few seconds later, the door opens, and she enters the bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Coming to shower with you.”

“You’re being awfully brave for a Little Nun.”

“You told me to ask. That’s it. And I want to know what you feel like,” she says, her voice hitching when she speaks.

“Inside you?” She shakes her head. “Under your palms? Against your skin?” Now, she slowly nods her head, and I nod mine, too. I started this shit with her. I let her think she can do what she wants with me as long as she asks me. “Fine.”

She steps into the large shower, and I do the same. The water hits me, and I wash the clay off me when I feel her hands on my back. I stop moving. I stiffen at her touch because this, this is far more than crossing the line. This is taking a full fucking leap over the goddamn edge of my sanity.

Her hands roam over my back. Every fucking muscle in my body is locked up tightly, with her touching me. I want to tell her to stop. I want to beg her to keep going, but I do neither. I stand as still as I can and let her touch me.

When I turn to face her, she looks down and I know what she wants.

“Little Unholy one, aren’t you?”

“Can I?”

“Ash,” I warn her.

“Just one touch.” Fuck. She’s trying to kill me. That’s what this is. It’s mental fucking warfare, and she’s winning. I nod my head and close my eyes so I don’t have to look her in the eyes as she does it because I know if I do, I’ll lose it and take her against herwill right here, right now. And maybe that’s what she wants. She wants me to fuck her against the wall of my shower.

I think about doing it when her hand rests on my cock. Again, that fucker jerks to life for her. She slowly begins to move her hand over it, fingering the vein underneath as I groan.

“Ash, this isn’t going to work.”

“I just want to see what it feels like,” she whispers as she keeps her hand moving. Finally, she wraps it around and begins to stroke it the way I made her stroke it the last time I had her touch my cock. I bite my fucking lip until I taste blood because her hand feels too damn good wrapped around me like this. I start to roll my hips into her hand, getting into a good rhythm. It all feels so fucking good that I reach for her, dragging her face to mine and devouring her mouth. My blood leaks onto her tongue, and she moans the more I kiss her, but her little hand doesn’t stop moving until I’m coming all over her. Cum hits her stomach and slowly slides down her flesh when I release her with one hand and slip it down her stomach. I collect the cum and find her clit, rubbing it until her knees begin to shake.

“What’s that?”

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